Who knows?
Of the nose
Keen and sharp
Aimed at a target
Picking up sent
Following the way
Pungent awe
Smell so bitter sweet
Could not possibly
Discern to see.
A sensory delight attached
To a flippant idea
That's has got ahead.
Past intrigue and suspition
from maybe to odds are evens.
In theory, in abstract, in the eye.
All being soul over the network.
The chemicals were released into.
At the will of that very same soul.
©wrennie
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